Snippet #2213026

Darcy had been up for hours, finishing up packing. "Hey, Jerri, can you come in here for a moment?" She, like her sisters, could hear exceptionally well. When Jerrica walked through her door, she looked up from her book. "Jerri, I'm not a child. You know very well I'll speak to the Blackwell's if I please. Do you think father realizes that I'm jusgt as strong, if not stronger than you?" Darcy and their father had a tense relationship that caused a lot of bickering and angry words, even with Darcy's calming ability.

Darcy watched her sister from the corner of her eye as she grabbed a white mask, beautifully hand crafted and home made, for the masquarade. Of course, it wasn't definately going to be one, since the theme changed every year, but she brought it every year just in case. As she finished packing one last item, an expensive and gorgeous tiara she had designed herself and watched every jewel placed in, she stood to her full height and looked her older sister right in the eyes, something she rarely if ever did.

"Jerrica, I can take care of myself. I'm not a child anymore than you are. Why does he insist on treating me like one? I'm not going to try and...change them. I merely want to study them. Learn about why they do what they do. I'm a writer, and a princess. Please, Jerri. Don't follow Addi and I like a hawk this year like you did last year," she pleaded, eyes giving away her only emotion, an emotion that read I'll do my best do ditch you even if you try to go mom on me, . Darcy was independant, but she knew Jerri knew she would find and cling to her big sister if she got mildly freaked out by the BlackwoodKs...as she always did...

Truth be told, no matter how much she tried, Darcy was just a scardy cat...